Alice
Hi, my name is Alice, I'm 16 years old, I used to be a boy.
I used to have short hair, now my hair is blonde and reaches the middle
of my back.
I used to wear pants, now I wear skirts and blouses.
I used to have a flat chest, now I have to wear a bra to hold my
breasts.
I used to be able to pee standing up, now I must sit down and wipe my
pussy afterwards.
You ask, "How come?". Well, that is a long story and the reason for my
writing.
Two years ago, nothing like this had even crossed my mind. I lived
with my parents in a nice middle class home in a nice middle class
neighborhood.
I was no jock, but I played a little tennis and generally hung around
with my friends.
Then, one day, my world shattered. I was called to the principal's
office, to find my (wealthy) aunt waiting for me.
She explained that my parents had been just killed in a car accident,
and she had come immediately over to pick me up and to be with me.
After the funeral, she explained that I would be going over to live
with her at the end of the school year, but since there was only one
month left of school, she would move into my parents' home and live
with me until we could move back to her home after the last exams.
My aunt was my only other living relative and I was very pleased,
through my sorrow, to learn that she cared so much for me.
All went well for the first few days, although, I kind of questioned
why she asked that I spend all my non school hours at home. At the
time, I did not even question the small pills that she started giving
me (to help with my grief) morning and evening.
The week after I went back to school, I was a little sick to my stomach
and told aunty (that is how she wanted to be called), and she gave me a
little syroup to help with the nausea.
Later that week was when I began to notice little changes in me. At
first, I was not too concerned and even thought they might be related
to my grief.
The first one I remember was that my voice which had just begun to
crack a month or so previously, now remained high and clear.
Then came an irritation on my nipples which were very sore and itchy.
After that, and the first thing which made me bring these to the
attention of aunty, was a "different" feeling when I masturbated. I
had just begun doing it about a year or so previously, but had already
become a master at the craft.
The "different" feeling had to do with nothing coming out when I had
the release, and also, it seemed that I could keep going several times
when, before I could only do it once before resting.
It was very embarrassing to tell aunty of this, but I felt I had to,
besides, she had already talked to me a little about sex and the
differences between boys and girls.
When I explained what was happening, she told me that these things were
normal, and that I probaby would feel several other changes, but that I
shouldn't worry. She did ask me to take my shirt off and to show her
my nipples. She took quite an interest in these and probed and poked
quite a bit.
That night, she came to my bedroom as I had just gone to bed, and
brought me a "girls'" nightie and told me to put it on to help with the
irritation. She also rubbed a very nice-smelling cream on both of my
nipples, this felt cool and nice, but actually did very little for my
tenderness. The nightgown did help since the material was very soft
and slippery as compared to my old pajamas.
A few days later, the tenderness spread to my penis, I remember not
being able to manipulate it to masturbate, and then even to go to the
bathroom, holding it was quite uncomfortable. When I reported this,
aunty made me take my clothes off and had me replace my underpants with
girls' panties. This made things better, but not altogether well. She
then advised that I sit down to pee so that I would not have to touch
myself while standing.
That evening she told me that she had an appointment with a doctor for
me for the following day.
The next day, I put on one of the new panties she had bought for me
as well as a girl's vest which matched the material of the panties. I
felt awkward having the doctor see me in girl's underwear, but she
explained that the doctor had been the one to recomend using these.
When we arrived at the doctor's office, we saw a girl sitting very
quietly with her mother, this girl was sewing something on a piece of
cloth, and seemed very interested in what she was doing.
Then the nurse came out and called out for Pat, and the girl and her
mom went in.
A little while later, the nurse came and called my name, and asked
aunty and I to go into a small room, and asked aunty to undress me
completely and to put a very light nightgown on me.
After a while, the nurse came in and started asking aunty some
questions and asked me to get on a scale and after checking my weight
and height, she brought out a tape measure and started taking
measurements of every part of my body.
Afterwards, she asked me to lie down on a strange table and to relax.
I had just started to relax, when Dr Joyce came in. She was the
prettiest woman I had ever seen, with beautiful green eyes and red
hair. She was very nice right from the start and made me feel very
much at ease.
She came over and helped me to take the nightgown off and started to
take some of the measurements over again.
The most embarrassing one was when she took my small penis in her hand
and started looking very closely at it, lifting it and bending it.
But, as much as she handled it, nothing seemed to happen to it, even
though it felt very nice. Then she started poking and feeling in my
balls every once in a while letting out a small hmmm.
After that, she moved to my chest, and I was very surprised when she
cupped the breast and a lot of flesh was accumulated in her hand. She
gave a pleased exclamation.
Then she reached a shelf behind her and picked up a syringe and
reassured me that she had the softest touch when she saw my scared
expession. I needn't have worried, because, when I asked her when she
was going to start, she told me that she had already finished.
After the shot, she stayed with us and started explaining some things
which I did not understand and some which were a little startling.
Like when she told aunty to throw out all my old underwear and pajamas
and to go shopping for some more girl's undies, including some training
bras.
When we left the doctor's office that afternoon, my aunt took me to the
local mall and we went to my favorite department store and right up to
the pre-teen girl's department. I felt a little out of place, but soon
aunty had me feeling at ease showing me different designs and colors.
That night, I had a very pleasant dream, like when I used to have a wet
dream, only this time, I did not wake up wet, I didn't even feel that
my penis was hard, but it was a very nice feeling nevertheless.
The next morning, saturday, I voiced to aunty my misgivings at going
dressed like this to school, with girl's underwear, but since it was
only two weeks before school ended, she told me that she had gotten an
ok for me to miss gym class, and that was the only chance of being
discovered, other than going to the bathroom, and I would have to go to
a stall to sit down anyway, and it would look like I was doing Number
2.
In order to make me feel more comfortable, she asked me to wear a very
pretty dress around the house so that I wouldn't have the pants rubbing
and making me feel uncomfortable. I must admit that it did make me
feel very good not having the pants rubbing me, but it was a little
strange having to watch how I sat, as aunty had taught me, so that I
wouldn't show my nice new undies.
After this, whenever I was home, I would wear one of the nice dresses
that aunty was buying me.
The irritation in my groin was getting a little better at this time,
but I started to notice that my penis was now the size of a pencil
eraser and would not get any bigger, no matter what I did. Also, when
I touched my balls, I was shocked to find just the limp sack with
nothing inside. At this point I ran to aunty who reasured me that all
was going to be OK, and that we would be visiting the doctor again
tomorrow.
For this visit, I was wearing a very pretty yellow set of panties and
matching training bra which was quite full with my flesh. Again, I
went searching for my missing balls only to find the limp sack and
nothing else.
When we arrived at the doctors' office, we found Pat and her mother
sitting in the waiting room, but this time we were called ahead of
them.
When Dr Joyce came into the little room, she asked me to take off all
my clothes, and when I was down to my panties and bra, she asked me to
turn around and commented on how nice I looked, this made me feel very
strange.
Dr Joyce then started telling me about what was happening to me. She
called it something like Gender Reversal Hysteria and that it had to do
with the grief I had unergone. She had known about it from the
beginning when she had first spoken to aunty about me, and she was
giving me some medicine to move the process along since it cannot be
reversed. Then she told me that Pat, the girl outside was undergoing
the same changes, only she was further advanced, I could not believe
it, but she called Pat into the room and left us alone to talk.
Pat explained that she had suffered the loss of her sister and started
describing the same symptoms that I had experienced. In her case,
however, the doctor had already performed small surgery to change what
was left of her penis into a girls' vagina. At this point, she raised
her dress and lowered her panties and opened her legs so that I could
take a close look, Boy! is this the way I am going to look? It really
looks interesting with everything all tucked inside and nothing showing
except a pretty little slit.
By the time school was over, my hair had grown quite long and aunty
told me that we were going to a stylist that afternoon and would be
undergoing some canges in my hair.
When we arrived at the beauty shop, I was feeling strange because
aunty had insisted that I wear a dress. The girls at the beauty shop
were quite nice and did not make me feel out of place.
Marie, was assigned to me and we immediately became friends. She took
me to a room at the back and asked me to take off my dress as she was
going to give me a smock instead so it would not be ruined.
I remember standing there in my panties and training bra in front of
Marie, the only other person beside my aunty and the nurse and doctor
to see me in these new undies.
Making conversation, Marie told me that she knew about me and that I
was going to love the chages happening to me. At this time, I really
did not know what she was talking about, but it made me feel very good.
Marie made me feel very much at ease at the Beauty Shop, she kept
commenting on how full and long my hair was. This was the first time I
noticed that my hair had indeed grown totally out of proportion for a
boy.
When I was down to my panties and training bra, Marie suggested that I
take them off since the smock she was going to give me was going to
cover me in those places anyway, and there was no sense in possibly
soiling such pretty undies.
As I stood totally naked in front of Marie, she kept commenting on how
pretty I looked and that I would be so much better off being a girl.
This kind of talk still scared me, because I still saw myself as a boy
and kept hoping for a solution to my problem.
She had me hop onto a table similar to the one at Dr.Joyce's office and
had me place my feet on the stirrups. She then opened them and with
them, my legs and started placing some cream in the area.
At the same time a wash basin was placed behind my head and she started
washing my hair and placing some lotions on it.
After a while she took me to a chair and facing me away from any
mirrors, started working on my hair, snipping and combing.
At the end of the morning, she turned my chair to face the mirror and,
I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a very pretty girl staring at me
from the mirror. Her hair was a golden blond and her face was very
lightly made up.
She then had me standup and take my smock off and staring at me from
between my legs was not the light patch of very dark hair and the penis
sticking out of it, but a patch of golden blond hair matching my head
and there was nothing at all sticking out, as a matterof fact, I had to
do a lot of digging to find my now miniscule penis and the empty sack
behind it.
Marie then went with me to the dressing room and explained that what
had been used was a new type of hair dye, actually a hair color
changer, because it not only changed the color of the hairs, but also
the follices so that the new hair growing out would be blond, I was now
a blond forever. My hair, she explained was left pretty much straight,
because it was so full that it would look much better straight, the
only thing she would do would be touch it up so that it grew evenly.
After getting dressed, there was no more disguising that I was anything
but a girl, so aunty decided we would go celebrate by having my ears
pierced at a jewelry and having permanent rings placed in the holes.
At the store, aunty selected a beautiful set of diamond studs and we
went to the back room where I was told to sit at this chair while the
attendant went to get a device that looked very much like a gun. Fist,
she rubbed some ice on one ear lobe, then placed the ear lobe in the
gun and, when I heard a hiss, I felt a little sting (not too bad), then
she placed the stud into the hole and put some liquid in the backing of
the stud and proceeded to place it on the stud. The procedure was
repeated with the other ear, then aunty told me that in order for me
not to lose the earrings, they had used a new process of chemically
welding the backing of the stud to it, so that I would never be able to
take these earrings off.
This announcement was quite startling, because I still harbored hopes
of being able to return to my (normal) self, but little by little, all
these steps were taking me away froom my boyhood into my newfound
girlhood.
That evening as I was getting myself ready for bed, I stood in front
of the mirror and as I started undressing, I surveyed all that had
happened or was being done to me.
On the outside, there was absolutely no trace of my former gender, I
could really pass anywhere for a girl, as a matter of fact, I think I
would not be able to pass for a boy.
I took my top off and I could see the swelling breast tissue under my
pretty training bra. I took this off and closely surveyed the damage:
These were definitely the breasts of a young girl, this was no male
chest, I could not go to the beach without a top any more. My nipples
were very hard and still quite sore and sensitive. The breasts were
very small, but very conical in shape, and the areolas were very light
pink. No vestige of my male nipples could be seen.
Then came my pleated skirt, and there I stood in nothing but a pretty
yellow pair of panties. I opened my legs a bit and could not discern
anything between them, as a matter of fact, the crotch of my panties
was quite flat and stretched. I could feel myself getting turned on by
the sight, however, there was no movement or growth in that area.
When I took my panties off, I saw a small triangle of very soft downy
hair a beautiful golden color, matching my new gold head of hair
perfectly.
I ran my fingers through the downy hair and after a bit of digging,
found a little lump the size of a pencil eraser where there once had
proudly stood a penis. Looking further back, I came across the little
sack that once had held my balls, this now stood completely empty, and
had shrivelled so that I had to pull at it to even be able to recognize
it as what it once had been.
Getting close to the mirror, I could see my face and how soft it had
gotten. I was too young to have started growing a beard, but even the
peach fuzz that had once delighted me with its growth had now
disappeared.
My now golden hair covered my ears a little, but I could see through it
the shiny little specks of my newly installed permanent ear rings,
these were to be my constant reminders of the complete effemination
that had taken place in my body.
I was still standing in front of the mirror staring and surveying the
damage, when aunty wandered into the bedroom. She looked at me
standing naked in front of the mirror and smiled, then she came to me
and handed me my tiny little pills to take. Then she brought me my
soft silken nightie and helped me put it on.
Then she took me to my bed and started talking soothingly to me.
Since the school year was over, all that was left of my male clothes
was going to be packed away and given to the Salvation Army tomorrow
morning on our way to her house. Our old house had been sold at a
profit, and the proceeds of the sale together with the insurance
settlement had been placed aside for me to have at the time I became 21
years old.
My name was being changed by a lawyer friend of hers to Alice, and my
birth certificate as well as school records would show nothing but my
new name and gender.
That night, I did not sleep too well, considering it was my last night
as myself. I kept thinking of what would happen and how it was going
to happen, and all other implications that would come from my changing
from Allan to Alice in every possible way.
When I thought of my sex life, both past and future, I started to get
some of the old feelings back in my groin area, but when I touched down
there, I could not feel any enlargement in my old penis, possibly a
hardness but totally without any enlargement. This was intriguing, but
felt very pleasurable and the feeling of release I felt at the
appropriate time equalled or bettered the feelings I had back when...
The next morning, I woke up as Allan for the last time. I took off
my nightgown and packed it in the suitcase that aunty had packed the
previous day.
I then went to the bathroom and sat down to pee, I was now getting used
to it and seldom stood in front of the toilet unthinkingly any more.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I put on my panties and
bra, is it just my idea or are my breasts growing yet faster?
As I stood in my bra and panties, auntie came in and told me to hurry
up, that we had a long and busy day ahead of us, she then hugged me and
told me that I looked very pretty. For some reason, this made me feel
very good.
Once dressed in a pretty pastel pink dress, and my hair combed, I
finished packing the rest of my things into a box, there would be no
more playing with my guns or baseball or any of the other boy toys that
I had accumulated during my life, these would now go to some poor boy
somewhere. From now on, aunty explained, I would be playing with dolls
and playing house etc.
Going over all the rooms in the house to say goodbye, I felt like I was
now burying myself after I had just buried my parents. There would be
no more Allan, it would be Alice from now on. But I was really
beginning to get used to the idea and liking it.
What would my old friends think of what was happening to me?
One last look and we were on our way, Allan had disappeared, Alice had
just been born.
Our first stop was at the grocery store parking lot holding the
Salvation Army drop off station, aunty helped me to carry the boxes
over and to place them inside. Now I was really a girl, I had nothing
at all to fall back on.
After this, we stopped for the scheduled appointment with the doctor.
While waiting outside, a lady with a child came in, the child looked
like a boy, but on closer inspecton, I could detect some signs of
differences.
Just then the nurse called for Alice, and I went in to the examining
room. By now, I knew the routine, take everything off and put on the
silky gown and lie down on the strange table with my feet in the
stirrups.
When the doctor walked in, she complimented me on how my looks were
improving and on how the changes to my body were really an improvement.
Before giving me my shot, she pulled up the gown and examined me.
First, the breasts, she said that now I should probably be wearing a
32A bra and that it probably wasn't going to stop there. She took my
tender tissue in her hand and kind of massaged, she said she was
feeling for lumps, and told me that I should be doing this monthly from
now on.
She then moved to my groin area,and told me that it was coming right
along, saying something about the "chemical castration" had almost been
finished.
She also said that my penis was now technically a clitoris, that it
would never grow even though it would get hard if stimulated.
She then gave me my shot and as I was getting dressed, told me that
there was another boy going through the transition that Pat and I had
been going through, she then smiled and said that the boy was out in
the waiting room and would I mind speaking to him/her to reassure her.
I agreed.
After I finished getting dressed, I went to see this new girl in
another examining room.
The doctor introduced her as Lydia and then suggested leaving us alone
for a little while to get acquainted.
As we sat there, I noticed that Lydia was a little withdrawn and shy,
so I decided to tell her my story in the hopes that she would do the
same. She did, but her story turned out to be a bit different than
mine.
Apparently, her dad had died about four years ago, and she was left
with her mother and three older siters. Being the only male in the
family presented some problems, so the sisters decided to make him into
one of them. The mother agreed, because she was very weak willed and
the sisters had gotten away with anything they wanted.
At first, the conversion consisted of the sisters dressing him as one
of them whenever he was at home. The outfis were very realistic, and
they kept commenting on how good 'she' looked.
Then came the pills (the same ones I was taking) and from then things
started changing very quickly to the point that they brought him to
this doctor to accomplish the final changes.
The fact that Lydia had been taking the same pills as I, made me a bit
suspicious, so I decided to ask aunty about this some time in the
future.
Lydia asked me how it felt, and I had to agree that it really felt very
good, I even showed her my new titties and let her touch and feel them.
Saying good bye and god luck to her, I joined my aunt and the doctor in
her office, just in time to say good bye.
(To be continued)
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